The greatest sorcerer all the time, reflected on a certain fine lady.
Disclaimer : Do not own the characters nor the flower's meaning. They belong to CLAMP and a flower's meanings site (forgot the name).
This was a happy day.
A young man around mid twenties smiled at the raven-tresses angel in front of him. His cerulean depths got lost in her expressive amethysts. Their pale hands locked together.
They were perfect.
Almost perfect. He thought ironically.
He met her years ago. Back when they were still both elementary students. The time he set his eyes on her, he knew that she was the one.
The perfect lady for him.
His other half.
His soul mate.
His true love.
His destiny.
His fate.
She was as dainty as the Asters and as fragile as the pretty Azaleas. She was delicate like the Blue Bells. The way she treated her friends with love was like the love and beauty of Cinnamon. She was the portrait of both innocence and gentleness of the Daisies, but sometimes she could be daring like the rare Edelweiss. She could always trust people, not caring what other people say, just like the free Freesias.
She was like Gladioluses for she had such a strong character in her. But of course, that was in the genes, the Daidouji. She always got admiration for her delicate beauty from her schoolmates, or even from unknown people in the streets, just like Purple Heathers and Hibiscuses. She was wise, far too wise beyond her age, like the delicate Iris. Well, and like the Jasmines, she was always modest and cheerful, no matter how hard the situation is.
Oh, yes, and she was always so popular like the Kalanchoe. Friends always surrounded her, and there were many suitors waiting in line for her. But of course, from all people, from all the suitors, she picked him as her first boyfriend.
And how he cherished those passed moments with her.
He remembered that Lavender and Lily of The Valley had been ones of her favorites flowers; they were just like her personality, constant and pure. And of course, her favorites of all time, Magnolias that interpreted splendid beauty, suited her best. She inherited the grace of Oleander and the generosity of Peach Blossom, not to forget the Plum Blossom, her nickname, for she was just so beautiful.
She was the fantasy of all men alive, like Queen Anne's Lace. She resembled the perfect yet charming Roses, and the devotion of Sunflower. She had the sympathies of Thrifts and the simplicity of Violets. Many men described her as an immortal angel being; always live forever, for the eternity, like the unknown Xeranthemums.
But his train of thoughts was cut when a soft, delicate voice spoke.
"Congratulations, Eriol-kun. The best for you and Mizuki-sensei."
She smiled.
He smiled, too.
With a sad expression that briefly appeared on her face, she passed, leaving that mix flowers fragrance of hers behind.
He inhaled it. Deeply.
For it was the last time.
A same sad expression appeared for a fraction of second on his face.
He thought she was the perfect lady for him.
He thought she was his other half.
He thought she was his soul mate.
He thought she was his true love.
He thought she was his destiny.
He thought she was his fate.
But sometime fate loved to act funny.
Sometime destiny liked to make a little twist.
Sometime, his feeling could deceive him, even though he was the best sorcerer ever.
Well, it was a happy day.
Or it was suppose to be a happy day.
With his pretty, fiery-haired, bride standing beside him, it was suppose to be a happy day.
It was his wedding day.
Fin
Okay…that was silly…and short… I know…but however, review please…
Thanks a lotta!